OoC: Interesting! This should be most fun! New character time!

BiC: The strangely crowded streets of the marketplace made it easy to slip through them; the people would pay no heed to someone wandering idly about, and they wouldn't look upon another person with interest unless that person had robbed them, or they were about to loot said person. The movement of person from place to place was far to routine, uninterrupted by anything that happened in the backdrop of the city. A thief here, a robber there, and a gang fight every so often spiced up the normal persons life, but it did little more then that.

It was in this town that a young boy walked through the streets, just as each and every other person, the difference was that this boy had something most people did not. His flaming red hair and dull brown eyes made him fit in amongst the odd people, or if he stood out, it was only minorly; his steps were quick and nearly plotted as the sword on his belt dragged along the ground behind him. The scabbard of the runic sword held power beyond that of anything the average person could imagine, but it also held a darkness that no mortal would dare to face in the circumstances of its holder; this power, even to the boy, was unknown.

He had owned the sword for only a few months and was slowly learning to wield it, but his skills were still highly undeveloped, and that was part of the cause of his defeat at the hands of that man; that man with green hair, who comes and goes from place to place, ever in search of an adventure and forever in search of a worthy foe had defeated the boy without so much as a little effort, but this youth was intent on getting even with the powerful swordsman.

The boy's right hand rested on the hilt of his rune blade as he hummed a relaxing tune nonchalantly as he tried as best he could to get out of this town. The people here were all either silent, or trying to rip someone else off, he figured as he suddenly felt a jerk on his long sleeve shirt as he was thrown into an alley and a man held a knife to him.

"Give me that expensive looking sword of yours, and I won't kill you," the man said shakily, his hand vibrating, trying to hold his blade straight. The man looked to be in his thirties and had brown hair with a prickly brown beard. His eyes were were brown as well, and he wore a brown jacket with his black shirt showing under it. He wore tan pants and his weapon hand had several cuts upon it. The man's clothing was ratty and torn, so it appeared to the young swordsman that this man had been on the streets for a rather long time. "Did you hear me! I said give me the sword!" the man ordered as he stepped closer to the boy.

The young swordsman moved his right hand onto the hilt of his sword and stood up slowly, drawing the rune blade and pointing the sharp tip at his foe. The runes on the sword flared up a light blue and the energy that it emitted glowed for a second as the man stopped his advance.

The demon who had given the young warrior his sword watched, laughing at the robbers poor judgment. "Stupid man, I guess I can have some fun with this," the Demonic lord commented as he began to transmit a message through the lad's sword. This man has lived a life as a robber. He deserves to die, Magnus told the boy who heard only the hints from the whispers the sword transferred.

If he's willing to attack me, does that mean he's attacked others? The boy asked himself as he began energy from the runes of his sword and shaped the ice as an eight inch dagger which pointed at the man. "Why do you want my sword? Give me a good reason and I won't hurt you," the boy told the man, holding his left hand up, ready to throw the ice dagger.

"I need money to feed my family," the attacker explained. "I am poor, and the only way to make a living here when you are poor is to steal from those who have. I thought from the look of your sword you are rich. forgive me, and please don't kill me! If I die, who will feed my family?!" the man asked, breaking into tears.

"Oh!" The boy stated, sheathing his sword and making the ice dagger vanish. "You should have said something, here, catch!" the boy said as he threw two gold coins at him. The vagabond grabbed the coins and smiled. "I have no quarrel with you, you have a just cause, so I have no reason to hurt you," the young swordsman told the man, smiling kindly.

"Really?!" The poor man asked. "Thank you so much. Now I can feed my family!" The man stated with a quick jump of join. "May I ask your name before you leave?"

"My name... Is Zachary Leos," Leos explained to the man as the young warrior left, heading out into the city to try to find his way out. As he moved back into the street, he noticed that the people had parted, and he was in the immediate path of a battle ahead. "It never ends," the boy said as he moved towards the battle, drawing his enchanted blade again.